Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Brazil and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing John Holt to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Dennis Brown,
The Grass Roots,
Bad Manners,
Das Ding,
The Searchers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultravox,
Skarface,
Cymande,
Blancmange,
Clear Light,
Alison Limerick,
Young Marble Giants,
the Slits,
The Misunderstood,
Minny Pops,
Eden Ahbez,
Sam Rivers,
The Evens,
Tres Demented,
Laurel Aitken,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Urselle,
New York Dolls,
The American Breed,
Curtis Mayfield,
Television,
Lou Reed,
The Blues Magoos,
Magma,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eve St. Jones,
The Tremeloes,
Radiohead,
Dorothy Ashby,
Morten Harket,
Harry Pussy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Max Romeo,
Todd Rundgren,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Reuben Wilson,
Bronski Beat,
Alphaville,
Wally Richardson,
the Human League,
Unwound,
Organ,
Stetsasonic,
Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Hood,
The Fuzztones,
Bill Near,
Theoretical Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Infiniti,
Altered Images,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gerry Rafferty,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.